For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall turned strange. Everyone looked dumbfounded, exchanging speechless glances, unsure of whom to trust. Even the normally irascible Chen Heihu was filled with uncertainty, his gaze shifting back and forth between Lin Fan and Su Mengqing.
Yuan Youwei also fell silent, biting her lip. She naturally trusted Lin Fan completely, but there was no evidence to expose the shamelessness of Su Mengqing and her friend. The hatred was almost palpable!
Just then, Lin Fan, who had been silent for a long while, finally spoke, his voice heavy. "Su Mengqing, can you touch your heart and say you didn't know your Su Family's rise was built on my mother's work?"
A thick, self-mocking sneer appeared on his lips as he slowly shook his head. "Then again, what conscience would heartless beasts like you have?"
"I truly regret it. I never should have stepped in. I should have waited for those hundred-plus men to defile you to death!"
